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May 2006

Memorial Day Weekend

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Does the name Smedley Butler ring a bell? (Quick: to your Wickipedia.) How about Herbert Hoover, Dwight D. Eisenhower, and Douglas MacArthur? All figure importantly in this Memorial Day weekend edition of The NO SHOW, as do Alabama alligators, Florida cat rustlers, depressed Danish pigs, and the World’s Ugliest Dog Contest. Can you possibly pass this up? Cancel your beach party barbeque now and invite your kith and kin to a NO SHOW party at your house, at your expense. And don’t forget to invite Steve. He brings his own good time with him wherever he goes. Just ask anyone who knows him.


Armed Forces Day

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Count on The No Show to make a farce of Armed Forces Day with its second annual analysis of military recruitment shortfalls (shortsfall?) and retention ploys. And who is Dusty Foggo, anyway, and why should we care? The Philippines edge (edges?) out Kansas this week as the most fertile source of Broken News stories. And we induct jazz pianist John Hicks into the Musical Necropolis. Our best advice? Skip the spoken portion of the whole show and just listen to the music.


Mother’s Day for Orphans

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Motherless children have a hard time when their mothers are gone. Just ask Steve Post, who claims to have been born an orphan. Well, almost everybody achieves that status with time. So, in our passion for niche programming, we are dedicating this show to those of us who lack mothers and are therefore largely locked out of the Mother’s Day celebration. No fancy dinners, no bouquets of roses, no Jean Nate. Just The NO SHOW, but first, The Broken News. The music will induce regression to an infantile state.


Show Steve The Money

Sunday, May 07, 2006

It’s Pledge Week; need we say more? Unfortunately, we do. Lot’s more. And Steve Post says it all and then some. Be listening as Steve prostrates himself before the microphone in abject beggary. You will be moved to an exquisite and excruciating combination of pity and revulsion as Steve plucks your heartstrings in order to loosen your purse strings. The music is a form of extortion.